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It should be easy, at least, when balancing my private and public identity. Hell, it should be the same for everyone. My public self is what I am on the surface, it is the cover of the book. If someone hangs out with me or even just talks to me, that individual has no choice of seeing the real me. Nobody can really know another person until they actually talk. The balance of comfort comes from the level of satisfaction I have for myself; I do not strive to change my general appearance and character that I emit. 

Most kids figure their bedroom is their private place or their home. Typically at those places, they can cast away their "mask" worn in front of the public and they can be themselves again. This is the same, I believe, even if their roommates or others enter their zone. No body can lie forever. My case is different, because my realm of privacy is not home, and also because my realm of privacy is for me to meditate rather than "be myself".

As an artist, I need constant privacy so I may reflect or just clear my mind. I find peace in noise and numbers. There are individuals who need a silent room for peace; I am the complete opposite. My realm of peace is in a world of chaos, because in chaos, individuals find themselves alone and by themselves. Generally, any public place with many people and noise; luckily, I now live in Chicago. Walking up and down the streets I can find myself lost in a trance. Riding the "L" loosens my shoulders and comforts me. Above all, no matter where I am, music is my realm of peace and privacy.